Story Summary

The party stormed the Stag Lord’s fort taking on almost 20 men, many of which well trained, as well as a wild owlbear.

As the dust settled, Penny, Miji and Rohan (dragging an unconscious but alive Tzar’nek) made a hasty escape as the Stag Lord and his last surviving two men bolted the doors and drove swords through the downed, but still alive Hank, ‘Silent Foot’, Caeser and Ninim.

Epilogue

The Stag Lord stood amongst the wreckage and death of his crumbled empire, swaying silently. His helmet, crafted from an elk’s skull, hid any semblance of expression from his face. He raised his bottle to his lips but paused a moment. He gripped the bottle tightly as he considered something before smashing it on the ground. He began to walk purposely around the perimeter of the building. Willem, the sole surviving lieutenant rushed over. “shall I get you another, m’lord?” The Stag Lord turned, eyes invisible under his helmet but nonetheless staring harshly at the young bandit. “No. no more drinking.” The Stag Lord turned to face Akrios, the ex-knight, and the third survivor of the Stag Lord’s men. “Saddle the horses, we ride at next light.” he said, his voice croaking.